No Guilt to Spare

Emptiness pulses

Through my soul.

I suffer silently.

Nothing done.

The past is gone.

I cannot change

With second thoughts.

I cannot rearrange

My poor intentions.

Only wish

I didn’t have to choose.

Sometimes the loss

Is too great to bear.

Sometimes the gift

Leaves no guilt to spare.


Author: Gordon S. Bowman III

Writer, Visual Artist, Blogger

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